Golden Calf

Bullets knocking niggas down as if They were heat seeking Scalping me more damn fools Than a lunatic mohican Stalking, watch me, a weaponry master Walking over dead bodies laying In the pasture Bullets knocking niggas down as if They were heat seeking Scalping me more damn fools Than a lunatic mohican Stalking, watch me, a weaponry master Walking over dead bodies laying In the pasture My money always gone Prolly from all the drugs caught in my palm Slide 'em down my throat And swallow without water dead by dawn I told y'all all these dark rooms in An empty house ain't nothin' fun Drugs ain't for turnin' up, I take 'em Now I'm turnin' numb All these hoes tryna make me cum But I'm too fucked up, she left So now I'm rollin' blunts out Of the book of Psalms Fucking rap game Ghengis Khan Bodies piled up on the lawn Checkmate on all these fucking pawns The devil got my picture drawn The devil got my picture drawn Bullets knocking niggas down as if They were heat seeking Scalping me more damn fools Than a lunatic mohican Stalking, watch me, a weaponry master Walking over dead bodies laying In the pasture Weaponry master, $carecrow in the pasture Burn the church, and flip the cross Then blast the fucking pastor Bitch, I be that bastard these Other rappers scared of jump a motherfucker I ain't tryna have no fair one Lurkin' at the bottom 'cause my problems keep on addin' up Got a couple stalkers All because the $carecrow fucked 'em once Creepin' with Ruby, he turns into Uzi 'Cause motherfuckers keep on tryna get buck One shot to the head, told Uzi he dead Leave 'em to rot, never cover them up Bullets knocking niggas down as if They were heat seeking Scalping me more damn fools Than a lunatic mohican Stalking, watch me, a weaponry master Walking over dead bodies laying In the pasture Little bitch don't trip I'm the shit Flip the zip, make some chip Really quick fast money yeah I love it Eddy Baker stay thuggin Smoking out in public Dope boys in my circle, we all got drugs man Blue dolphins make the girls give me hugs man Don't worry bout where I'm at Bitch I'm not your husband An eighth in my blunt and That drink got me buzzing That p***y nigga think that he want problems But he doesn't really? Stalking, watch me, a weaponry master Walking over dead bodies laying In the pasture Prescription drugs Misusing the dusty hoes abusing 'em I'm poppin' percs and sippin' lean Just feeding demons inside me 30 shot, these Glocks gon' pop You say you ballin' well you're not Made a fortune whippin' pots Re-up on Carol City cups Count it, I count it then round it I'm fuckin' media thuggin' That thumper gon' knock ya off Flick out my dick then I go And I dump in her I love the bitch now I decided to buckle-up How y'all saying y'all the shit? Your numbers ain't lookin' too lit Fucked you up, gon' stomp you out in 10-thousand dollar outfit's --- Golden Calf - $uicideBoy$, Fat Nick and Eddy Baker